Darkness hides our passionate cries,
infusing distance and distaste within our minds.
Each kiss shall fade from blissful remembrance,
not memory itself.
The warmth from arms turns cold as desert night upon reflection,
allowing it to escape into the cloudless atmosphere.
For the moon gets in the way of the sun,
casting our worlds in lonely shadows
and tearing apart the fabrics from which we were sewn.
Always nagging at the tangles of my restless mind,
yet never there,
never giving love a second shot to hit the target
through the eye of the bull.
The eye is closed and none shall enter,
like a camel through the eye of a needle.
In spirit we were rich, never lacking
in affection, but debt has come calling and stripped
us bare of our wealth.
With porous cloth on my back
and my possessions in a bag, I travel pass
the tattered remains of yesterday in pursuit
of a whole tomorrow.
For tomorrow everything can change.